Lyrics:
Feeling like Stylo man
Everything live-o man
Twenty-five girls and five, four man
Your a timeline man
Girl from Paris and girl from Milan
Ring man
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
II Tru, Hustla'z, and Shifters (We are the soldiers!)
Bustas, no need to be runnin' from trues
Sucka, get murdered with skills
The ? to peel ya,
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
these MC's rest in peace
Because when I come to town, the population decrease"
Rest in peace, two thousand and six shit changes quickly
Def to all
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
side-step
High-tech, high-def, Ziplock, Pyrex
I dissect life
Sometimes it's too hard to digest
This uniformity
My crew is swarming like some killer bees
nobody look good behind bars,
Moved from faded to moving cross faders mixin’ waves,
Matic’s the chosen one, Darth Vader,
Force letters words
Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
[Chorus: x2]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in
we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
[Chorus: x2]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in
I'm upping the heat
You got a ghost writing for you behind the sheet
I was raised by concrete so I belong to the streets
Everyday is thanksgiving cause
living, to many breathing is enough so
Waking every morning gives their lives meaning
But what does it mean to be free
Cause at the end we are controlled by
the pilgrimage from the Deep South to our Mecca
The Southside
Yeah, from behind the burglar bars of my mama's back yard
I watched as passing cars stopped
like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like,
behind
When all we have is here and now
All our lives
Out there to find
The road is long
There are mountains in the way
But we climb a step every
trip 2 only been thinking of you
Bout an hour from the room where you at what it do?
What I say on the phone trees all in my view
Her reply to me
that's right
From the back door to the black house to the black diamonds (Oh)
From the big boss to the big dogs and the big lions (Oh)
No 2 homes, just 2
Open up my seams to show a broken me
But over me is the inversion that I'm supposed to be
(Sock)
Descending with the view from above
Two ovaries
defective. Who you left with? (WHO YOU LEFT WITH?)
I be keepin it a hunnid five
Single breed of a new kind
Peers seen far behind me
Thinkin ink'll free it from
Seem like everytime a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back, you feel me
They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
Seem like everytime a nigga make one step man
Nigga take two steps back, you feel me
They told me that pain was just in the frame, the irony of that
baby suckin on daisies
Caught two to the chest, one to the head
5 niggaz walked behind him dressed in red
With ski masks, but niggaz thought it was
spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals, even your idols
I don't care, it's Music To Be Murdered By
So
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